Speed Car Racer
-Michiru's Bad day-
A/N: Sailor Moon does NOT belong to me. Seriously.
SYNOPSIS: Michiru is sick of the public transportations, and she wanted Haruka to teach her how to drive. But what do you get when you crossed a pissed-off violin prodigy and a speedy sports car? Chaos, of course.
"I've HAD IT!!" Tenoh Haruka winced on her study as she heard the front door slam. The blonde glances at the clock on her wall and found it's 11.13 PM. She let out a sigh as she turns around in her seat and faced an angry and completely pissed-off violin prodigy on the doorway.
"I WILL NEVER take a subway or taxi EVER again!!" Michiru howled as she stamps her foot in anger.
"Anything wrong, love?" Haruka asks sweetly at her gorgeous lover who had thrown her purse at the couch and slumped back to Haruka, panting "I thought you'd be home much later"
"The midnight recital was cancelled" Kaioh Michiru's words had sharp edges in them, it's clear that the violinist was in a rather tetchy mood.
Haruka wondered what on earth had caused her usually calm and collected lover become as ferocious as a wounded tiger. Is it her time of the month? "oh…er…did anything bother you?"
"Bother!!" Michiru said in a loud voice suddenly, making the usually proud blonde cower in alarm "of course something is bothering me! Cant you see, oh great Tenoh Haruka-sama?"
"ah…erm…"
"I called and waited for four taxies, FOUR, and you know what happens?" Haruka shook her head fervently under Michiru's frightening glare "none of them came!! I waited like a whole hour before I decided to go home by myself!
'And then when I took the subway, it was FULL OF PEOPLE!! I can barely breathe and I swear someone had touched my BUTT!!" Haruka flinched when Michiru put some emphasis on the last word "and when I finally got out of the subway, a flock of paparazzi came wheezing out of nowhere, and when I finally got rid of them, do you know what had happened? WHAT HAD HAPPENED?"
"N-n-o! no!! no!! nooooo!!" Michiru raised her eyebrows threateningly at Haruka's panicked answer and it took all of the blonde's courage to look at the violinist in the eyes. Michiru's usually calm blue eyes were blazing dangerously.
"Someone sneezes and he BLEW OFF MY TICKET ON TO THE RAIL!!" Haruka fought an urge to laugh at Michiru's agitated manner. She really quite resembles a ruffled agitated peacock.
"W-why didn't you call me?" the blonde finally replied when Michiru took her breath after the shouting "I don't have anything to do, remember? This season's race is finished" of course, as the unbeatable racer, Haruka came out as this year's Champion once again for 5 years running.
Michiru flushed and looked down at her feet.
Haruka can't help but blinked "eh?"
"Ileftmyphoneinthekitchen…"
"huh?" the blonde frowned at the mumble "what did you say?"
Michiru gritted her teeth "I. left. My. Phone. In. the. Kitchen." Haruka had to fight off a grin. It's not everyday you found Michiru being forgetful. The violinist glare at the twitch on the corner of the blonde's mouth.
Realizing the immediate danger, Haruka took the best approach to steer the conversation out of these dangerous water "well…what's done is done. Now you better take a wash and prepare for bed. You look like you need some rest"
Michiru finally look like she'd calmed down and retrieve her purse from the couch "I will. But I have a request for you, Haruka"
"Hmm? What's that?" the blonde froze from her action of pocketing her cell and her car keys.
"I need you to teach me how to drive"
The keys and the cell phone fell out of Haruka's hand simultaneously at the same time as the blonde's jaw that had practically hit the floor.
Michiru was clearly offended "What kind of reaction is THAT?!"
"b-b-but Michi," Haruka stammered "you don't need to learn to drive! I can drive you anywhere! Just say it, and I'll happily take you anywhere. You don't need to-"
"I. want. To learn. How. To. Drive."
"b-b- but... - -"
"no buts." The unbeatable blonde racer was finally defeated as she stared after her lover's back in horror. Flashback appeared in her mind. The last time she'd brought her Porsche for a walk with Michiru driving ended up with her baby (the car, not the violinist) had to spend almost half a year in reparation as the violinist had put it trough its misery (smash it onto a tree, slipped on the highway, scratch the sides when getting out of the garage and still lots more). Her engineer even whimpered in horror as he saw what had left of the sparkling Porsche Haruka had held close in her heart.
"My car…" the blonde whimpered softly as the clock ticks to 11.47 PM.
A/N: He he, this time, it's Michiru taking over the screen. Let's see how Haruka coped with that, shall we? Review if you wanna know what happens next then!